Recently, I made a list of every time I had ever been successful in weight loss.
I made the list beginning when I had my first big change in deciding to get fit at 14 (which, at 28, was half my life ago and that feels ironic to me) to now. I listed any time I had ever felt really good about my body – reflected on the scale/photos/how my clothes fit and my overall confidence.
And sure enough, there was one unmistakable pattern. In each instance...
